Fighter

For a few 2000 rupee notes thrown on the table, 

she closed her eyes and stood there in silence;

 As she felt his filthy hands unzip her back,

 she clenched her fists and swallowed her disgust;

 The engineering degree and her staunch feminism had all died,

 in front of her 2-year old's hunger cries;

 To the mocking eyes a prostitute was born that day , 

but she was still a true fighter; 

Guarding a love not between two entangled bodies,

 but the one which arises from nine months of endurance.

Author's Note

just a beginner, openly waiting for constructive criticism.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This poem is so powerful and strong. The mother trades her "self" and her body for money to feed her child. The dark night of the soul and the choice made to survive. Vivid imagery assaults us and conveys the horror well. You give a voice to the many such women. Brava.

[Raj Sahu]

Awesome work indeed. Very well written and expressed. Really the poem is strong enough to move us. Keep it up. We need such more from you. 😊😊